You inhale galaxies
cause whenever I kiss you
It tastes like poem

Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul

I feel so lonely
With
No one to trust
Or
Turn to.
Supposed to be friends are more worried about themselves and can't notice what I'm doing.
I'm hiding
and
hurting,
Hurting emotionally
to the point where I've gone
numb inside.
The only times I remember I have feelings is
when the flood of emotions comes rushing out
and
leaves me
shaking
and panting for air.

the way of beauty
is written in the sky
for all to read
with ink made
of sunset

the way of beauty
is recited each dawn
for all to hear
by warbling children
of the dawn's light

the way of beauty
is felt in each heart
and all can know
the shining diamond
the core of every soul

the way of beauty
the peaceful path
is open to all
surrender yourself
know who you are

who are we? dead stars
victims of commercial wars
you'll find us in packed bars
lonely on a quest and drunk

it's the best place for us
cause we been fleeing the rat race
don't wanna be part of it
and yet we're all part of it

double standards lead our lifes
we're like you: lovers, husbands and wives

if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...

The beauty of here
Is not me
Or that you can see
With the exactitude of what is
No, the beauty of here is you
And that you're willing to look at all
At this reflective, moonlit, sea